"Are you trying to trick me, you sly vixen?" Spencer asked sternly."In any case, don't you regret it," Lucille replied. "If you do, you better find yourself another Mrs. Layton." Spencer furrowed his brows and asked coldly, "What did you say?" Meanwhile, Lila had just finished her discussion and called for Lucille. Lucille quickly replied, "Mom's calling me. I'll talk to you later." Spencer looked at his phone in resignation and a trace of affection for his wife when he got hung up on.Spencer had asked Lila to take Lucille shopping. He didn't want Lucille to be alone in thought in the house, so he thought having some work could shift her attention away. But he had no idea about Lucille's plan for the day. And so… Lucille and Lila were still in the shopping mall. They were in a jewelry shop, where Lila was in a discussion with the staff. Lucille didn't want to be involved, so she waited in the lounge area instead. "Hey, Mom," Lucille greeted as she approached Lila. "
At 6:30 pm, Herbert was confused when he saw Spencer return alone. As Spencer hung his coat on the coat rack, Herbert asked, "Mr. Layton, why have you returned?" Spencer furrowed his brows. "What's wrong?" Herbert had served Spencer for over ten years, so Spencer knew Herbert well. Spencer noticed something was off immediately after Herbert asked his question. Herbert was even confused by Spencer's question. He explained, "Mrs. Layton called half an hour ago saying she won't return for dinner. I thought she was with you, so I asked Lana not to prepare dinner." Spencer's eyebrows furrowed even further upon learning that Lucille wasn't coming back for dinner. She hadn't informed him about that. After a brief silence, Spencer said, "I see. Okay." "Should I have Lana make you dinner?" Herbert asked. "It's okay," Spencer replied. "I'm not hungry at the moment." Herbert made no further comments and left. Spencer sat on the couch and loosened his tie before taking out his ph
Lucille and Lila were at a store that sold blue cheese burgers. Although they had eaten earlier, they still had space for more.They passed by this store about two minutes ago and locked eyes. Then, they tacitly entered together. After some waiting, the staff placed their orders on the table. "Two blue cheese burgers with caramelized onions and bacon for two pretty ladies. Enjoy."Lila politely thanked the waitress, mainly because she adored being called pretty. Previously, she would either be called "Ms. Porter" or "Mrs. Layton", which she had gotten sick of. Besides, what woman in her 50s wouldn't appreciate being called pretty?After finishing the burgers, they returned home, feeling satisfied. Lucille dropped Lila at Layton Manor before heading back to Sparrow Residence.Before alighting from the car, Lila told her, "Oh, Lucy? Remember to keep this a secret between you and me. Neither of our husbands can know about this."Lucille replied, "Don't worry, Mom. I got you."Lila
"You're awful at lying." Eric glanced at Lila's right hand. "Whenever you lie, your right hand would automatically fidget with your clothes."At that, Lila instantly released her right hand. She forgot that this bad habit of hers was first noticed by him and him alone. Indeed, she could feign ignorance and lie on the surface, but for some reason, she had to fidget with her clothes. She thought that it was perhaps a subconscious habit.Eric's countenance looked serious, and his tone resembled one lecturing a child. "I remember telling you that your stomach cannot handle such high-cholesterol food. Why are you being disobedient today?"Lila instinctively blurted out, "You've controlled me in that aspect for 30 years. Can't I fulfill my cravings for once?" Then, she huffed and pretended to be angry before heading upstairs.In reality, she was frightened inside. Many said Eric was a henpecked man, but she, too, feared angering him. When she saw his solemn face, her only thought was to
Not only did Lucille stop his lips with her hand, but she also covered her mouth with another. Her initially cold hand warmed up against his breath, tickling her palm."My sweetie, are you rejecting me? Hm?" Spencer's low voice vibrated through the gaps between her fingers, creating a deeper tone. His sharp, arched brows were now veiled in a layer of frost, and his dark eyes were simmering with intensity.She shook her head again, hand still sealing her mouth, and answered, "No. I just didn't want you to…" She paused briefly, blinking her watery eyes at him. "To regret it later on."He raised his brows, signaling for her explanation. He wanted to know what he would regret.Lucille arrived at a quandary. She wondered how she was going to explain this. She couldn't possibly tell him that she and Lila had devoured plenty of junk food earlier, including blue cheese, which he heavily disliked. She couldn't turn herself in!As an idea sprouted in her head, she devised an excuse. "My gum
After a momentary daze, Lucille remained headstrong and shook her head, denying, "No.""Then, let go. I won't mind it. What are you worried about?""No way. Unless you get up and stop crushing me."Spencer lifted his head from her ear and locked in on her face. He knew her personality all too well. She was stubborn and persistent, and since she might have more patience in extending this standstill, he decided to concur first.Moments later, he rose and sat on the side, his gaze fixed on her figure. Almost immediately, Lucille's eyes turned brighter and wider. She used one hand to support herself, albeit maintaining a distance from him.Faced with her distrust, Spencer was rather helpless."I'm heading back to the room," she said, covering her mouth. Then, she circled away from him and arrived at the staircase. Just as she was about to take a step up, she heard a dull, painful groan from behind.She stopped and turned around suspiciously, only to see his figure no longer sitting
Lucas sat on the couch, his countenance dark as he gazed at the woman opposite him.Bailey crossed her legs while hugging a pillow, mumbling, "I don't want anything. Like I said a million times, I don't want to get married.""Why?""I told you before. Marriage is the death of love. Isn't that enough of a reason?" she questioned.Lucas' temples throbbed, and his veins were protruding. He never expected that cynical idea to be the greatest obstacle in his life one day.Taking a deep breath, he asked, "So, you believe that as soon as we get married, our love for each other will vanish? Or is it because you think I don't love you enough?"Bailey pondered briefly and answered, "Neither. Instead, I think you've been doing amazingly well. I just don't want to get married. That's all." Then, she added, "Aren't things great the way they are now?"She was extremely resistant to the idea of marriage, but that was something she hadn't told him. Besides, she could distinctly feel Lucas' feel
Lucas wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her forward, leaving just an inch of distance between them. Bailey, who was half-kneeling on the couch, suddenly felt her body straighten at his tug.Frightened by his actions, she found her hands sliding from his temples down to his solid shoulders. The atmosphere grew charged with tension, and their breaths lightly brushed against each other's skin.At that moment, Bailey understood what he meant. She was more open in this aspect compared to Lucille and wasn't shy about it.She blinked, asking, "Didn't you perform four surgeries today?" In other words, wasn't he too exhausted to do it?Lucas' gold-rimmed glasses gave him an added flare of irresistible charm. Beneath those glasses were a pair of scrutinizing eyes. "Are you questioning my ability?" he asked with narrowed eyes.Bailey was bold. "Not really. But there are hits and misses at times."He removed his glasses and chuckled coldly. "Is that so? I've never had any misses o